Longevity starts with dual cultivation

Chapter 109 Ling Bingyun: This matter cannot be separated from your help!

Changqing Island.

The sky above was still dark and gloomy, with thick dark clouds covering the sun, heavy rain pouring down, and thunder and lightning occasionally winding and dancing among the clouds.

Near a low and gentle hill, a large group of monks in different costumes were divided into two groups and were fighting desperately. The lights of various talismans, magic tools and magical powers were shining one after another.

"Boom!"

A blood-red lightning bolt as thick as a bowl smashed down on his head. The monk who was hit first changed his expression slightly. The huge square shield in his hand burst out with layers of faint blue light, and he gritted his teeth to meet the attack.

In the deafening critical hit, spider-web-like dense cracks appeared on the surface of the giant shield, and its light dimmed, and it seemed that it was not far from being completely destroyed.

"Bastard!"

The Yuan family cultivator who was at the ninth level of Qi training looked at the huge shield in his hand with great regret, as this was the best magical weapon he had.

However, the beautiful young man in purple opposite had a stern look in his eyes. He flipped his white palm slightly, and several high-quality lightning talismans appeared, giving them no chance to breathe.

With the beautiful young man in purple as the center, more than ten Ling family cultivators formed a formation to cover each other and launched an attack as dense as raindrops.

Amid the roar of thunder, blood-red lightning containing terrifying destructive power fell one after another, hitting the invading monks and making them feel helpless and miserable.

"Pfft!"

A rapidly rotating saw-like magical weapon with a diameter of several feet and a cold luster came towards the purple-clothed handsome boy and slashed him in the waist. It was in front of him in an instant.

But when it was about to get close, this top-grade magic weapon was blocked by several layers of thin but tough light curtains and could not move forward any further.

A glazed yellow umbrella appeared above the young man's head, and a light golden light curtain protected his entire body, making the attacks of the hostile monks ineffective.

"The ultimate spiritual weapon?"

The Yuan family cultivators looked ashen. They were a bunch of rubbish who were only at the ninth level of Qi training at best. Even though they had a large advantage in numbers, facing a foundation-building cultivator who had a top-grade spiritual weapon was no different from being a serving of food.

Under normal circumstances they would not take action, but the other side had fewer people, so the monks in the team became greedy and thought they could take on them.

So, there is this scene now.

Under the leadership of Ling Changqing, the Ling family cultivators did not lose the upper hand at all. They fought back and forth with the group of Yuan family cultivators who sneaked in, and they could knock down an enemy in three to five breaths.

The unwilling Yuan family monks launched a desperate siege, casting talismans and magical spells one after another, and with the help of several huge combat pets, it was still of no avail.

The Glazed Yellow Umbrella has such a powerful defense that it requires a spiritual weapon of at least the same level to pose a threat to it. This group of people combined are not enough to threaten it.

"Forget it, shall we retreat?"

Seeing his own people falling one after another, the leading cultivator from the Yuan family finally gave in and planned to lead the remaining soldiers to temporarily avoid the attack.

"Can you leave?"

Ling Changqing snorted coldly, controlling a spiritual weapon-level flying sword and commanding the Ling family cultivators to gradually approach, faintly forming an encirclement.

Of course, we can't push them too hard to prevent them from doing something desperate.

"Shh!"

As the dazzling sword light flashed, the leading Yuan family cultivator screamed, and the double-layer defense on his body collapsed. Then half of his arm was cut off, and blood was dripping.

The remaining monks of the Yuan family suddenly lost their morale. No one knew who took the lead, but the survivors all scattered and fled in their own directions.

Ling Changqing had no plan to split his troops to pursue the enemy. He swung the flying sword in his hand and killed a few slow guys, then ordered his troops to rest on the spot.

The Ling family is not short of strength now. Every day, there are hundreds of teams of cultivators patrolling various places in Changqing Continent, and each team has no less than ten people.

Therefore, Ling Changqing was not worried about these people who had escaped the net. If they did not leave Changqing Island quickly, they would not survive long.

Ling Bingyun, who was tall and plump with picturesque eyes and eyebrows, wearing a water-red dress, skillfully opened the tent, lit a fire inside, and then invited Ling Changqing to come in and rest.

More than a dozen Ling family monks sat in a circle around the fire, each meditating to restore their spiritual power, or bandaging their wounds, or sorting out the spoils.

"Mr. Ling, this is for you."

Ling Bingyun smiled sweetly and handed over two storage bags, both of which were contributed by the dead Yuan family cultivators.

Ling Changqing took it, glanced at it, found that there was nothing good inside, shook his head and threw it to Ling Bingyun.

"Take it, it's all yours!"

He said that with his current wealth, these Qi training cultivators were all poor guys and had no decent spoils at all.

"Well, I'm welcome then!"

Ling Bingyun smiled widely, with a slight blush on her fair and delicate face.

Ling Xueyu, who was petite and as pretty and bright as a pearl, rolled her eyes at her and took out an exquisite white jade wine pot and a wine jar from the storage bracelet on her fair wrist.

"Brother, it's too cold outside, have a drink to warm yourself up!"

She spoke softly, filling a glass with spiritual wine and handing it over.

Ling Changqing nodded, took the glass and drank it all.

Outside the tent, there were still lightning, thunder, wind and rain. From time to time, there were faint vibrations coming from under the feet, indicating that the geological structure of the new land was not stable enough, so earthquakes occurred frequently.

"Rest for an hour, then we'll continue our patrol!"

As Ling Changqing spoke, the two women and other Ling family cultivators had no objection.

Appointed by Ling Qiyue, Ling Changqing led a team of Ling family members to patrol the territory of Changqingzhou and eliminate those uninvited monks from hostile forces.

In the blink of an eye, several months had passed. After a series of high-intensity battles, Ling Changqing's actual combat ability and experience were increasing rapidly.

Of course, the same goes for the Ling family members who followed him.

After so many days, the family members in other teams have suffered more or less casualties, with Ling Changqing's team being the only exception.

Although not unscathed, at least no one died. Usually they were just slightly injured and could recover by taking medicine, bandaging and resting.

"...Sir, I have already reached the ninth level of Qi training. As long as I continue to train for a while, I should be able to reach the foundation-building level, right?"

Ling Bingyun, with a blushing face, moved the plump and round moon, inconspicuously closer to Ling Changqing, and spoke softly.

Ling Changqing nodded, gently took her hand, and probed it a little, saying:

"The foundation is fairly solid. As long as you hone your skills enough and prepare the resources, it won't be difficult to build the foundation."

The blush on Ling Bingyun's jade-like face became more and more obvious, and she whispered: "Mother has already reserved a foundation-building pill for me from the patriarch. Other auxiliary resources are not a problem."

The Ling family now has much more abundant resources than before. As long as the family members have enough cultivation, they can exchange them for Foundation Establishment Pills.

Of course, the required family merits are still indispensable, even if they cannot be collected temporarily, they must be repaid slowly after the foundation is established. For any force to develop stably and orderly, these systems and rules are indispensable, and everything must be done in accordance with the law.

After secretly glancing at Ling Changqing's expression, Ling Bingyun mustered up the courage to speak:

"It's just... Mother said that my fate is not good, and the success rate of building the foundation is not high. I'm afraid this matter cannot be separated from your help, young master. Can you protect me when the time comes?"

This was not a lie. Qin Yun had indeed said this to her, and it was true that she wanted to ask Ling Changqing for help.

As for whether the two women have other thoughts, that is unknown. Anyway, Ling Bingyun thinks that her thoughts are very serious.

Ling Xueyu, who was standing next to her, couldn't help but look slightly gloomy, her dark eyebrows slightly frowned, and she secretly cursed this girl in her heart for having bad intentions.

Ling Changqing hesitated for a moment and agreed: "It's settled then. When you go into seclusion, just let me know."

"Senior brother..."

Ling Xueyu gently tugged at Ling Changqing's sleeve, her eyes soft and weak, she said timidly:

"Since you've promised Sister Bingyun, why not take me with you? I also need the help of luck!"

She was younger than Ling Bingyun, and was only at the eighth level of Qi training. Of course, as long as she didn't encounter any accidents, it would be only a matter of time before she could reach the foundation.

"Okay, let's go together!"

Ling Changqing agreed. This kind of thing was just a piece of cake for him, but for them, it was a big event that could change their lives.

The other children of the Ling family around them all looked at them with envy, but the fact that they were able to get Ling Changqing to agree to help was also their own ability.

An hour passed in a flash, and Ling Changqing continued to lead the team.

Under the dim sky, heavy rain was pouring, the wind was howling, and deafening thunder roared one after another in the sky.

The monks were shining with spiritual light, easily isolating themselves from the biting cold and rain, and they hurried on their way without touching the ground.

The environment is harsh and dangerous for mortals, but its impact on cultivators is quite limited. Even cultivators in the early stages of Qi training have ways to protect themselves.

On a small hill, Ling Changqing stopped and looked around, intuitively sensing the traces of hostile monks nearby.

Massive amounts of rain poured onto the ground, washing out rivers of varying sizes, which then gathered in low-lying areas to form lakes.

In some areas selected by the Ling family monks, a lot of seeds of flowers, plants and trees have been sown. After more than a year of growth, large areas of green vegetation have now appeared on the new land.

Such a vast land was much larger than the surface area of ​​the entire planet in the previous life. In addition, it was rich in resources and was more than enough to feed hundreds of billions of mortal people.

"There seems to be something going on over there. The distance is a bit far this time, so let's use the flying boat to get there!"

After a moment, Ling Changqing pointed to the northeast and spoke with a serious expression.

Ling Bingyun agreed and summoned the flying boat.

Ling Changqing's intuition was unexpectedly accurate. After being proven many times by facts, no one questioned his judgment now.

After everyone in the team got on the flying boat, this magic weapon rose lightly into the sky, stuck close to the low clouds, and sped away.

After a while, at Ling Changqing's signal, the flying boat began to lower its altitude and patrol in the air hundreds of feet above the ground.

"It seems to be over there, everyone get ready!"

Ling Changqing spoke in a low voice, his aura rising steadily.

Everyone's expressions became serious, and they each took out their magic weapons and talismans, ready to fight the enemy.

After a while, when the flying boat turned around a mountain, the scene before them made everyone change their expression.

It was a large group of independent cultivators who were gathered together and frantically digging for the spiritual stone ore at the foot of the mountain. A large pit of several dozen feet had been dug out inside the mountain.

"How did these guys find this place?"

Ling Xueyu said angrily.

Ling Changqing thought about it. The resource distribution map of Changqing Island drawn up within the family did not seem to mention this spiritual stone vein?
I think it should be a small mineral vein that appeared after the earthquake. It was missed because of its relatively hidden location and the incomplete investigation by the family craftsmen.

As for these hyena-like foreign cultivators, they probably understood that they could not protect this treasure, so they started to mine it in a predatory manner, taking away as much as they could.

"Kill them all, leaving no one behind!"

Ling Changqing ordered in a cold voice, and the family monks agreed in unison, got out of the flying boat, and rushed over there.

"…Oh no! The Ling family's patrol team is here, run!"

"No, there aren't many of them this time. Why don't we just join forces and kill them?"

Soon the wandering cultivators spotted the Ling family cultivators rushing over, and chaos broke out as they hurriedly packed up their things and prepared to flee.

Some of the robbery cultivators who were used to living on the edge of a knife took out their magic weapons and attacked fiercely.

"Rumble..."

Dozens of bright lightning bolts struck from the sky, causing screams among the group of cultivators.

Ling Changqing spotted the two Foundation Establishment cultivators in the crowd at a glance, and immediately rode his flying sword to meet them.

"Well done!"

The two guys sneered, and hundreds of shining sword qi poured over. Then a huge wolf-fang war hammer with a black light came smashing down with a ferocious and vicious momentum.

They also used spiritual weapons, but their grades were not high, and they basically returned empty-handed before the protection of the Glazed Yellow Umbrella.

The flying sword in Ling Changqing's hand burst out with a dazzling purple light, and dozens of hazy sword shadows fell, and the double protective magic weapons on the guy who was hit first collapsed immediately.

The Foundation Establishment cultivator screamed in shock, and hurriedly cast a second-order golden shield talisman, narrowly escaping the fate of being beheaded.

Ling Bingyun, who was standing next to him, made a timely move to finish off the opponent. Several black lightning bolts struck down one after another, breaking all of the opponent's defenses.

"Let's go!"

The flying sword in Ling Changqing's hand swirled lightly, and the sword energy was like a rainbow, cutting off his two thighs, and bright red blood gushed out.

Ling Xueyu seized the opportunity and shot out a black flying needle that was several feet long and emitting an astonishingly high temperature. It easily pierced the guy's body. A large orange-red flame gushed out and burned him to ashes in a few breaths!
Another casual cultivator who was in the foundation-building stage was still frantically attacking the light curtain of the Glazed Yellow Umbrella. Seeing that his companion had died, he was horrified and wanted to flee.

But Ling Changqing would not give him any more chances. The flying sword of his spiritual weapon transformed into thousands of hazy sword shadows, blocking all his escape routes.

Ling Bingyun and Ling Xueyu assisted at the right time, and dozens of talismans were thrown down at once, cooperating with each other tacitly.

Within a few breaths, this guy also went to meet the King of Hell, and his incomplete body fell weakly to the ground.

(End of this chapter)